Wednesday, May 18, 2011

In Memory

To most, Harmon Killebrew is known as a great baseball player: a true talent who didn't play dirty. He was a man whose powerful batting earned him the nickname "Killer" and whose life earned him the respect of everyone who was lucky enough to meet him.

To me, Uncle Harm is this guy:

A sweet, caring, sometimes goofy man who would go to great lengths--even dressing like a rapping, dread-locked Santa--to make his family happy. All of my memories of Uncle Harm are good ones. He was the kind-hearted and funny with a gentle-spirit that always set me at ease. Even as a very young girl I knew that he was a good man: a doting father, caring husband, and super cool uncle.

I'm not sad for him. He's being taken care of now, I'm sure of it.

But I am sad. Heartbroken. That I won't get to see him again, that my aunt and my cousins, especially, are grieving, and that I have no words... no way to truly comfort them.

I wish I could have seen him. I wish I had been in better contact in the last few years. I wish I could be there to comfort my family. I pray their heartbreak is lessened in some way, somehow, soon.


  1. Hi ReBekha,

    I know how you feel. Same for me these few years, can't see my grandpas anymore... But I only have good memories with them which I think I am a happiest girl in the world ;) And you, too!!!

  2. wow I heard about this on the radio the other day but had no idea you were related to him. sorry for your loss rebekha :(